Todos los capítulos de TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

DAMIANThe bedroom is dark except for the faint silver of moonlight slipping between the curtains, painting stripes across the sheets. Elara’s request hangs in the air between us—raw, desperate, and impossible to refuse.I roll her beneath me in one smooth motion, bracing my weight on my forearms so I can look down at her. Her eyes are wide, glistening with fear and need tangled so tightly I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.“It’s not the last time,” I repeat, voice low. “But I’ll give you everything you want tonight. Every touch. Every breath. Until you forget there’s a tomorrow at all.”I kiss her slowly at first—deeply, and deliberately, tasting the salt of her unshed tears on her lips. My tongue strokes hers in lazy rhythm, coaxing her to open, to melt, to let me in. She sighs into my mouth, hands sliding up my back, nails digging into me just enough to sting.I trail my mouth down her throat, biting softly at the pulse point that flutters under my lips. She arches,

DAMIEN Time freezes. As Richard's finger hovers over the trigger, his smile is sharp and triumphant and the four cases of cash sit open between us, the hundred-dollar bills stacked neat and perfect...bait that worked too well. "Tick tock, son." His voice is calm and amused. "Every second you waste deciding is another second closer to everyone in this building dying. Including you." My mind races through scenarios. Call his bluff...but what if it's real? Let him go...but he'll come back, always come back. Shoot him...but if the trigger is a dead man's switch, we all die anyway. Hayes's voice crackles in my ear. "Sir, thermal sweep detected anomalies in the ventilation system. Multiple heat signatures consistent with explosive devices. He's not bluffing." Fuck. "How much C4?" I ask quietly. "Enough to collapse the sublevel and everything above it. We're evacuating the building now, but it'll take at least ten minutes to clear everyone..." "We don't have ten minutes." I keep my

ELARA I go back to work one week after Richard's arrest. Jennifer hugs me the moment I walk into the office. "Oh my God, we were so worried. Are you okay?" "I'm fine." The lie comes easily now. "The family emergency is resolved. Everything's back to normal." But nothing is normal. I sit at my desk and stare at emails I can't process. Every sound makes me jump. Every person who walks past my office makes my heart race. I keep expecting Richard to appear, to prove that his arrest was just another manipulation, or another trap. Reeves is with me constantly. Still playing the role of personal assistant, but now there's no real threat. Just lingering fear. "You should take more time," she says at lunch, watching me push food around my plate. "I need to work. I need to feel productive and feel ..." I trail off. "I don't know what I need." "You need therapy." Her voice is gentle. "Professional help processing the trauma. What you went through...what you survived...that does

DAMIEN The drive back from the federal holding facility is silent. Elara stares out the window, watching Manhattan blur past us—gray buildings and crowded streets that feel surreal after the oppressive concrete walls we just left. Her hand rests in mine, our fingers intertwined, but I can feel the tremor running through her. "Talk to me," I say quietly. She doesn't look away from the window. "I thought seeing him would make it better. Seeing him locked up, powerless, in chains." Her voice cracks slightly. "But it didn't. He's still in my head." "He's trying to maintain control. It's all he has left." "Is he lying? About the others?" Now she does look at me, green eyes searching. "Or is there really someone else out there, waiting?" "I don't know." The admission tastes bitter. "Hayes is already running deep background checks on everyone with access to us. Security teams, household staff, office employees. If Richard planted anyone else, we'll find them." "And if we don't?" I s

DAMIENThe Singapore skyline glitters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my hotel suite—a forest of glass and steel reaching toward a cloudless sky. It's barely 6 AM, but I've been awake for hours, reviewing contracts for the Tanaka merger.Fifteen billion dollars.My phone buzzes with a video call. Elara's face fills the screen, sleepy and beautiful, her dark hair spilling across the pillow."It's almost midnight here," she says, smiling. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?""Meeting with the Tanaka team in three hours. I can't sleep." I loosen my tie and settle into the chair by the window. "How are you? How's the office?""Busy. Jennifer is handling the Morrison account launch. I'm prepping the quarterly presentation." She shifts, and I catch a glimpse of my shirt she's wearing. "I miss you.""I miss you too. Three more days and I'll be home.""Three days feels like forever." Her smile fades slightly. "Are you eating? You look tired.""I'm fine. Just focused." I glance at the stack